Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not have the name of JK Rowling, and therefor don't own Harry Potter; though my actual name and penname on fanfiction both start with the letter K, but that's as close as I can get; so I'm just going to play around with JK Rowling's universe while I try to figure out a way to get ownership from Rowling.

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A.N. I'm taking a break from my other story Heiress Death, well maybe not a break, I'll still try to update it monthly, in the meantime I'll put a little focus into this one, anyways, I decided I just like writing femharry so if you don't like it don't read, because that'll probably be the majority of my fics. Anyways, I hope you like this fic; I don't know if it's been done before or not, but if there is something similar, I promise I'll do my best to make it as original as possible.


Prologue

I sit quietly on the floor of my loan, dark, cemented cell of Azkaban. Three weeks, they only waited three weeks to claim that I was going dark. It took them three weeks to put me on try and find me guilty of practicing dark magic and being on the path of being a dark lady. I should never have cast that stupid unforgivable...actually no, I don't regret that, Mrs. Weasley and her family, I'd cast a thousand unforgivable curses for them. Just not the killing curse, I will never cast the killing curse.

My shoulders tense as the room seems to darker than usual always getting colder along with it, that is not normal. The cell door squeaks as it's slowly pulled open, looking up I see a figure standing there, a skeletal figure with a scythe and a black cloak, the grim reaper, Death.

"You did well child, but now you must face your next challenge. Here you have defeated Voldemort and his followers, you have mastered the Hallows and have become my master and you have made many a friend in the process. However now it is time for your next adventure, after all Azkaban is no place for the Light's heroine."

"I'm not interested, I did everything for them, I lost so many people that I cared about, risked my life, and how do they repay me, they lock me in fucking Azkaban that's how! Do you know how many people from the order were even at my trial to support and defend me?! The Weasley family I can forgive, if only because they had just lost Fred but the rest of the order? Kingsley, Ron and Hermione, they were the only ones there to support me, they kept me from getting the kiss but that's all they managed, and Kingsley is in the running to be minister of magic!"

"I am aware." As he says this Death leans his scythe against the wall of my cell and flops down on my lumpy prison cot his arms resting behind his head as he lies there staring at the ceiling I would assume...he's definitely not what I would have expected from Death...at least personality wise, look wise...definitely the usual...it's a little disappointing actually.

"Then you should understand why I'm staying right here thank you." My words only earn me a melodic laugh that for whatever reason perhaps because it belongs to Death, causes a shiver to run up my spine and my stomach to twist.

"You will go, whether you like it or not, where I shall be sending you, you shall not be the Girl-Who-Lived, neither is your friend Neville the Boy-Who-Lived if that is what you are thinking."

"Well that sounds fan-fecking-tastic but if you don't mind, I would actually like to spend more time here in my cell getting angry, at least here nobody can judge me. And without the dementors it's really not all that bad."

"This is not optional, you're going and there Voldemort does not exist, instead Grindelwald stills reigns."

"Well the only place where Grindelwald is the terrifying Dark Lord, is the past, so that means Tom Riddle, so all the more reason for me not to go."

"Not quite, it's an alternative universe you might say, it is how things would be had time ran differently. There you will find a Boy-Who-Lived, it is your job to aid him in his fight."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I will be disappointed, and you will not like the consequences that which you shall have to face."

"Yeah, I'm not going."

"Let me give you a little bit of a hint as to what consequences you will face should you choose not to go, should I take Miss Granger or the youngest Mr. Weasley first, perhaps even young Mr. Malfoy just a few cells down; your choice."

"Fine I'll do it, but just...please leave my friends and Malfoy out of this...Malfoy didn't deserve Azkaban either, as much as I would have never have believed it last year. It's not like my lovely prison cell will miss me, and seeing as only a few people cared enough to defend me, or have bothered to visit, well I doubt I'll be missed."

"Excellent, now sleep, while I prepare things for your arrival." Before I can even begin to wonder what he means my head begins to feel foggy as everything suddenly begins to go dark, I feel a cold clammy hand guide me to my cot as I'm met by darkness, I can't help but think...what did Death just do?